Page 8 of Ryder’s Storm

“Yes, yes, Ryder, yes!”

She shuddered. Her muscles spasmed around his fingers as she came, the waves rocking her body as if an explosion had knocked her off her feet. Ryder didn’t withdraw his fingers. He kept his thumb on her clit, and just as she thought her orgasm was subsiding, he strummed her clit once more like a talented musician, igniting her again.

She met his gaze and saw male satisfaction in his deep brown eyes that looked almost like molten lava now, a red hue around his irises as if a fire was burning in them.

“You still want my cock?” he asked, his voice reaching every cell of her body and resonating there.

“Yes, I need your cock. Please.” It was true. Despite the earth-shattering orgasms he’d given her, she needed more. Almost as if every orgasm fueled her hunger even more.

“Good, cause now you’re ripe,” he said and removed his fingers from her.

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Not able to wait a second longer, Ryder pushed Sara’s skirt up to her hips and pulled her panties to her knees, before turning her around and bending her over one of the armchairs, her pretty ass pointed at him. Impatiently, he opened his pants, pushed them down, and made his boxer briefs follow. His cock was harder than it had ever been, and the mass above it seemed to pulse. But in this position Sara would never see it. He didn’t bother using a condom. Vampires didn’t carry disease and could neither contract a venereal disease nor infect somebody else. An unwanted pregnancy was also impossible. Only blood-bonded vampires could impregnate their mates.

Gripping her hips with both hands, Ryder positioned himself behind her and sank his cock into her drenched pussy until he was seated to the hilt. The sensation of being gripped by her still pulsing muscles almost robbed him of his self-control. He’d never felt anything so perfect.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

Sara turned her head to look over her shoulder. Just as well that he’d kept his shirt on, which hid his deformity.

“Fuck me hard. Can you do that for me, Ryder?” Her eyes glistened as if she was delirious, but her demand was clear.

“Nothing will please me more than to fuck you until you can’t move another muscle.”

Ryder took her hard, impaling her on his cock with such force that he was worried he’d hurt her, but she didn’t bail on him. Instead, she demanded more, as if she couldn’t get enough of his cock pounding into her. He’d never dared to do this to another human woman. Not even the vampire females he’d been with at Vera’s had gotten him so randy that he couldn’t restrain his primal need to fuck her as if she belonged to him, as if she was his.

And every move Sara made, every moan that rolled over her lips, and every thrust she met, drove him closer to the point of no return. Even if she begged him to stop now, he didn’t have the self-control to follow such a demand. He was no longer master of his own body. The vampire and the satyr inside him were ruling him now, demanding their due. He’d suppressed the inner beasts in him for too long. Now they were free, unleashed from their cages.

His satyr side reared up, pushing the vampire’s need for blood aside. Ryder knew what the satyr wanted. He was no fool. He knew why a satyr had two cocks. Nobody had to explain it to him. He felt it now, felt the need to fuck Sara the way a satyr fucked his woman. But his yet unformed second cock was incapable of such an act. Still, the satyr wanted to feel her. All of her.

Ryder released Sara’s right hip and stroked his index finger along the crack of her ass. His finger was still wet from her juices, and he couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. With the tip of his finger, he rubbed over her puckered hole and felt her shiver in response. His cock thrusting without pause, Ryder pressed against the tight ring.

“I’m sorry, Sara, I have to…”

He drove his finger into her forbidden hole and braced for resistance. But Sara didn’t push back, didn’t protest, didn’t ask him to withdraw. Instead, a long moan rolled over her lips.

“Ryder…”

Whatever she wanted to say didn’t come over her lips. Her muscles convulsed around him, her orgasm slamming into him like a gigantic ocean wave, ripping him with her, making him spill inside her until she’d wrung every last drop from him. All the while, he continued pumping his finger in the same rhythm as his cock.

Sex with Sara was the best he’d ever had.

5

Scarlet felt awash with all kinds of sensations when Ryder withdrew from her. For a moment, she couldn’t even move, her last orgasm so powerful that she’d seen stars before her eyes. She’d never felt so… so sated.

“Let me get cleaned up in the bathroom. I’ll be right back,” Ryder said. “I’ll bring you a towel.”

She looked over her shoulder, but he’d already turned around and headed for the door. She appreciated that he opened it only a fraction to make sure nobody was outside in the hallway, before he slipped out and closed the door behind him.

Scarlet straightened. Her legs felt like jelly, and she steadied herself with the help of the armchair. She’d enjoyed every single second of her encounter with Ryder, but something was different now. Her episode, the almost feverish need for sexual gratification, had passed. Looking around her in the storage room now brought her to her senses again. It was as if somebody had doused her with a bucket of ice. She’d behaved like a common slut, begged a stranger to fuck her, and… do other things. She didn’t even want to think about… that. What must he think of her? She’d never behaved like that before.

At least when she’d had her previous sexual exploits, she’d had sex with guys in their cars, or even in their flats, never in a storage room, and never like this. Sex with strangers had never been that primal, that raw, that taboo. She knew it was all her own doing. She’d practically fucked Ryder at the bar. Hell, she’d begged him to take her. She’d asked for his cock. Sure, he’d agreed to fuck her. What young single guy wouldn’t? But the moment he was done, he’d hightailed it out of here. He hadn’t even looked back.

Damn! She had to get out of here and forget what happened.

Scarlet made sure her clothes covered her body before she rushed out of the door. A breeze blew through the corridor, and she realized that a back door was open at the end of the corridor. She turned toward it. She was relieved that she didn’t have to go back through the club. Who knew how many people had seen how she’d practically rubbed herself on Ryder’s cock in public for the entire world to see?